The writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt flower this week. I’m still in my contemporary buried treasure story. The heroine is on her way to a barbecue.
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Since I wasn’t finding anything much that would help me, I decided to search the other last name but when my eyes caught the time at the bottom corner of my screen, I let out a squeal as it was past time for me to get ready for the barbecue. I wanted to wash my hair as I’d been sweating in the back yard and digging around the past two days. I didn’t want to go to a party full of people with hair that made me look like a nasty pig who couldn’t stay out of the mud in the sty.
I closed my browser and dashed to the shower, taking off items of clothing as I went. I liked to let my hair air dry instead of using hot air on it but it looked like I would have to blow it dry today. “Stupid girl. Too curious for your own good.”
Once I was clean, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a Whitesnake t-shirt. It was well-loved but still in pretty good shape. It would be fun to see Luke’s face when he saw it. He’d bought it for me as a joke because he thought I would hate it. But I actually love the band. I laughed as I remembered how he almost passed out when I made a big deal over the tee and started singing their song, Straight for the Heart. His expression was priceless and I could still see it in my mind’s eye.
I put on my makeup and waited as long as I could before I dried my hair, hoping it would be dry enough not to pouf out like someone from 1959 with a bouffant, back-combed, teased hairdo. This was why I usually wanted natural drying.
Of course, the hair ended up looking extremely poodle-like. I twisted it into a low chignon and pinned it in place. No way was I going to this party looking like that chick in Young Frankenstein after the monster and she got together. Nope. Nope. Nope.
On my way out the door, I grabbed my Tulane sweatshirt and tied it around my waist. It would probably cool off significantly when the sun went down and I could use it for warmth.
Outside, I grabbed a flower from the pale-yellow mum my mom had planted and tucked it into my low bun. May as well be festive with my hopefully tamed monster hair.